Destroying death

Dear Death,

I don't even know where to start. I don't even have words to describe the effect you have. So sudden. So complete. So destructive. All at once you rob those left in your wake of a precious and invaluable presence in their lives. Though everyone effected by you can learn to live with you and your effects, there will always be something inside those that feel the sting of your presence that can never truly heal. You only know pain and destruction, theft, sin and anger.

I both wish I never had to meet you, and also am grateful for you, at the same time. You taught me so many things about myself that I never could have learned had I not met you in the way I did. I am stronger than you. As much pain as you cause, and as powerful as you seem, I am stronger and more powerful. That is always the case. Always was, always will be.

You teach all in your wake how to be strong, how to overcome, how to live, though you yourself are weak, defeated and dead.

Until we meet again,

Chandler